The Woman From Hell

Frank's room looked to be the largest in this house, but the furnishings inside were very simple with only a table, two chairs, and a bed.

He pulled a chair down, gave it a few swats, and had me sit down. He smiled at me. "This is my room."

There was only a small mirror and a comb on the table.

Sighing, I looked at him. "Are we sharing the same bed?"

Hearing this, Frank quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I won't be so unruly before we get married. You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor. I have another quilt in the closet."

He opened the cabinet door as he said this and took out a quilt and bed sheet from inside before spreading them on the floor.

Frank seemed honest and responsible. I went to the bed and sat down on it. I glanced at the man on the ground. He had already laid down and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

thinking about how I could escape from this place. Before I knew it, I

for work. Does she think she's here for a vacation?" Immediately afterward, I heard Frank's voice persuading his mother. "Mom, she's from the city and just arrived here. She has never woken up so early before. Give her some time to get used to things."

sound of the door opening and the quilt was dragged off

me, and her tone was rather foul. "You've slept enough. Go to the kitchen and make breakfast. Frank and his father are going to work in the field in a

that I was now living under someone else's roof, I could only go to the kitchen to

they still

the stove

in my hand was taken away. I looked up

you." I thanked him

and concentrated on lighting the fire and in just a

to the side and cracked a few eggs. Then, I pushed Frank aside. "Leave the rest to me. If your mother catches us, she'll have

the woman's nagging all day long. I made poached eggs and two side dishes. Then, I squeezed out some fruit juice and served them